In Transit

Ok, we are late, but somehow we got work around the Great Wall of the Internet, and now that blog comes a little late.

As promised, Lisa took a picture of me in the morning, so I can be easier be recognized at the Pudong aiport.

At the train station, I remembered that you bring small presents, when you are for example being invited. And typically it is kitschy stuff. So the only possible solution to this was to get 18 kinder-eggs along with six purple milka chocolate easter rabbits. And at the security gate, I experienced the first small cultural difference. Somebody behind me in the line eructated loudly. I couldn’t resist, turned around and one man looked very contended.